Shawn had been sitting on a golf court for over two hours, but he patiently waited. A Ferrari entered his view, and then gradually the noise of its engine. He stood and didn’t move even though the vehicle came straight at him. At the last second, the vehicle arched around him and stopped fast, lifting up grass and dirt.

A handsome hunk stepped out. He was almost as tall as Shawn and just as masculine. He was wearing what might seem like a casual white T-shirt and blue jeans, but these were the same clothes worn by his favorite movie stars, which he later acquired for free. His shoes had gold linings, and so hid the tip of his wallet showing through the backpocket.

“Did I make you wait for too long?” he asked.

“Any longer, and I might have come looking for you,” Shawn said with a poker face.

“Haha,” he and Shawn then laughed and shook each other’s hands.

They sat down at a table with an umbrella attached on top. He took out two Mayan Sicars from the tobacco box and gave one to Shaw